As I'm sitting on this bed, crazy thoughts run through my head.
My world starts spinning around and around, I begin screaming and yelling because I can't stand these sounds.
I wish I could just run away, erase this one and start a new day.
How far can I get?
My sanity I long to collect. With my life is how I will pay for this debt.
Deep, mournful burden bestowed upon me and it's digging its wounds deep inside of me.
This burden is traumatizing my mind and weakening my spirit. It's holding my heart and it's ready to tear it.
Piece by piece I start to fade away. I never got the chance to start that new day.
About the Creator
Jackie Sagastume
I am 35 years old and I have been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I love to express myself through words and find that writing is a coping mechanism for me because my life is complicated.
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